Test Drive Meme # 1

Welcome to Hadriel's very first test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open September 24th, and Apps are open October 1st.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]

SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

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❰ SCENARIO 2 ❱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ

❰ there's nothing quite like a little bit of bleeding out and dying to give you the biggest crick in your neck. it's the first thing zelos notices when he wakes up, the stiff neck and the mounting headache somewhere in the back of his skull. it has a sluggish hand lifting to massage at his neck even before he opens his eyes, along with a plaintive whine-groan in the back of his throat. this is bullshit. it's- cheap. they killed him. he wasn't supposed to wake up from it.

he lifts up onto his elbow now, an eye cracking to get an eyeful of wherever it is he's at. not where he was last, that's for sure. beyond that, zelos finds he actually doesn't much care. not beyond the abrupt notion that he actually has no idea what happened with lloyd and colette and them. it wasn't something he actually put a ton of thought into beyond pointing them in the right direction. i mean, he was gonna be dead, right? so it's not like it mattered too much one way or the other.

except now it does. don'tcha just hate that?

right about now, the corpse smell trickles into his nostrils, and zelos's nose curls in disgust as he zeroes in on the source. yep, that sure is a dead guy. not too gross yet, but he's definitely never met any living guy who smells that much like cold balloon rubber and evacuated bowels. ❱

Looks rough, ❰ he offers the corpse, as if it's any consolation. but - hang on, there's a piece of paper? a note. zelos rolls over onto his knees to crawl a little closer, reaching out to flatten the note a little with his fingertips so he can look it over. ❱

So much for a last will and testament, ❰ he mutters, then finally lifts his eyes to the third figure in the room. did he just notice they were there, or has he known all along? it's hard to tell, since he seems pretty unfazed one way or the other. ❱ 'Place a heart on the pedestal to leave' huh? Not so sure I'm packing one these days, so it looks like it's gonna have to be his or yours.

❰ SCENARIO 3 ❱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀʟʟ-ᴏᴜᴛ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

❰ well.

well.

either this is some kind of complicated and compeletely unfair trick, or beyond this window sits a pastry feast fit for the king. zelos would know. he's seen the king's feasts - in fact, he ate at most of them - and since finding the door locked, he's spent more than long enough staring at these delicious pastries to positively identify them.

in fact, depending on how soon you happen upon him, you very well may find zelos with his face and palms pressed firmly against the glass. listen closely and you might hear him murmuring: ❱

Alright my delicate little sugarpies, come to papa, that's right -

❰ not that they're... actually 'coming to papa' or anything. just sitting there and looking more delicious by the second.

ugh, this is the worst.

he backs up off of the glass now, hands coming to rest on his hips as he looks over the fine craftsmanship for any noticeable vulnerabilities. no such luck, as it turns out. too bad it won't be so perfect for long.

come upon the scene now, and you'll find the redhead tugging his gloves on tighter and taking another step back, his hand falling on the hilt of the dagger at his thigh.

if you've got any kind of attachment to that immaculate glasswork, you might want to speak up now. ❱

[it hurts, in a way. to be so close to someone who died so recently and not be able to do anything about it. not like in an emotional way, though thom doesn't care how many situations he gets called out to with the team, he's never going to be okay with seeing people hurt but.

physically. it hurts. he feels like he should be able to do something. fix something.

but all there is here for him in this room is one dead body and one living one, and neither of them are bleeding anywhere obvious for him to patch up. yet, anyway. thom wonders if his powers can knit back together already dead flesh, if there's even a point in trying.]

You have a heart. [thom tells the stranger with a sigh and a squint in his direction to be sure just in case. everything about this place seems to call for a 'just in case'.] I'd definitely be able to tell if you didn't. [he pales slightly a second after.] N-not that I'm saying we should use your heart. Or mine either. The dead guy.

We should... definitely. Use the dead guy. Oh god, that sounds terrible. [don't mind him, he's just going to bury his head in his hands and wait for this to all be over, okay thanks.]

❰ metaphor appears to be more lost on this guy than it was on lloyd, though to be fair, zelos isn't 100% sure himself that he meant metaphorically. meanwhile, his new corpse-desecration buddy doesn't seem too keen on their newfound shared hobby, which reminds him entirely too much of a few people he's already tried to kill one too many times already - so using this guy's heart, as little as it actually happens to mean to zelos, is pretty much off the table.

sentimentality, man. don'tcha hate that? ❱

Nah, that's not so bad. It'd be different if it were for fun, ❰ he offers, pulling up into a crouch for a more comfortable looting position, if that's even possible right now with the way his whole body feels. not that it'll matter too much longer, anyway, since it doesn't take much casual frisking to turn up a letter-opener.

he hasn't actually held one of these since he was too young to wield a sword. sebastian has always opened most of his mail, and the rest they mutually agreed on simply burning to be done with it. now two decades later it feels frail and impotent in his palm... but it'll have to do.

zelos steals a glance back at the stranger where he's curled into himself and pulling in level breaths. ❱ Ssssso hey, kid - you're probably gonna want to cover your ears for this.

Fun? [thom's not quite sure what keeps his voice from squeaking on the word, except that he just doesn't have enough air in his lungs to make anything more than a breathy sound.

he's looking up from his hands and has caught sight of the letter opener in zelos' hands now and he goes sort of pale at the insinuation in his words in conjunction with the seemingly innocent bit of metal.] What? Hang on-- you're not gonna cut him open with that are you?

I'm sure there's a... another way. Something else we can do instead. [he'd managed to shut down the whole training simulation back when he'd gone after the bomb with his powers after all, right? and sure it had been an accident but it had kind of worked at the same time, hadn't it?]

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